Avon Fantasy Reader No. 14 — page 52: what you’re looking at

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asked her if the Russian had seduced her; and she looked at him in a way that gave him cold shivers. She did not like that question. “The old man would not say much. When the magistrate asked him what had made the noise in the vault, he gave a funny answer. He said: ‘They are the dead, that the years have eaten their bodies, but whose souls walk.’ “The police ruined that vault. They smashed down a part of the wall, and all that phosphorescent Lecanora calacarea shriveled in an instant when it met the air of the day. And those jerboa toads turned over on their backs and died with little croaks. It was a pity. I would have liked that some big man, some scientist of the order of Regnault or Angus Smith, should study the air of that chamber. Now it is too late.” The big Dutchman rose and went within the bungalow. I sat silently looking out across the dark stretch to where Tjandi Bororboe- doer, “Shrine of the Many Buddhas,” rose imperially. That foolish idea that the temple had moved closer to hear Kromhout’s narrative was still upon me. I was a little afraid. The big Dutchman reappeared. “The black ape has got a little one,” he said, and his voice was soft with tenderness. “Come and look at it. She thinks it is the most wonderful baby ape that the Malay archipelago has ever scen.” comicloooks.com